Grandma's House
My grandma on my daddy's side
Was poor as ol' Job's dog
She had 9 kids, at 10 bells chime
They stacked like firewood logs
Them feather beds, which they slept on
Would cave in t'wards the middle
And every day 'round 'bout the dawn
She'd yell, "Come get these vittles"
A can of worms, tied in a knot
They'd squirm to get undone
The first one got the you know what
Then each would "go and run"
Gather 'round the family trough
To catch what she was slingin'
No sound was heard not nar' a cough
Complaints just left heads ringin'
Sisters and brothers shared alike
Back then, them days was hard
And just like dogs and cats would fight
The peckin' order carved
Then each grew up and went their way
But still talked on the phone
Once they all left, they'd visit days
Poor grandma was alone
At special times would all come back
First liar had no chance
Sometimes my grandma'd give a smack
Backside of their pants
Respect was shown, regardless age
There was no otherwise
Them lessons learned back in them days
Served each 'til end of time
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